B and I had a huge fight yesterday. After being in the house for 10 months it's not surprising. I'm sure we're not the only people who've just had it with each other after all this time. We still haven't resolved our issue. That's mostly my fault because I did what I do best - I shut down. The issue is she swears she told me something about the fish tank and instead of just accepting the possibility that she didn't tell me, she won't let go and accused me of gaslighting her because I kept saying she didn't tell me. I talk to literally ONE person on average each day. She talks to ten. I think I remember what I have been told or not. She can't keep straight who she has had conversations with about things. So yeah, I am very confident she didn't tell me what she thinks she did. I would have let it go if she hadn't started yelling at me about it and again, telling me I was gaslighting her. I'm not fucking gaslighting you, I'm saying that to the best of MY recollection you never told me this piece of information. Plus I am just pissed off at having to basically live my life in the dark. I have no lights down here that I can easily turn on or off. Add to that the simple fact that I spend most of my fucking life in a basement. Good times.
Yeah, I'm still angry.
So today should be a lot of fun.
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